Polo calls its Muskrat. :)

The character, and his prop.


Name: Tyson Retisant (Say: Ret-ee-Sant ['Sant' rhymes with 'plant']) ((Ty))

Age: 17 years

Appearance: Tyson has long, straight black hair with he keeps tied in a braid down his back, stretching almost to his shoulder blades. His face is casually framed by shorter, loose strands, falling in layers from just above his eyebrows to below his chin. He has a stocky build, and is slightly shorter than most boys his age. He has high, proud cheekbones and a naturally richly tanned complexion. His eyes, though seldom seen, are a bright, fiery shade of brown - seeming almost red when the sun strikes them. He generally stands with a somewhat aloof and disinterested stance, often making himself appear unapproachable. He usually walks with his hands in his pockets, partially because he likes it that way, and partially for the practical purpose of having quicker access to the pen and notepad he keeps there.

Personlity: To be RPed


Other: 1 Sibling: Lizzie


Name: Elizabeth Retisant ((Lizzie))

Age: 18 years

Appearance: Very pretty light boned and slender girl. She is a natural redhead with a fair complexion and alluring pale blue eyes.

Personality: Cheerful, spontaneous, outgoing, friendly, enthusiastic, talkative, judgemental, flirtatious.

[Full Name]
Anya Mariya Volkov

[Nick Name]
Anya, and only Anya

[Age]
Seventeen

[Gender]
Female

[DOB]
July 13

[Mother]
Nakita Volkov

[Father]
Feodor Volkov

[Appearance]
In the Volkov family, Anya is the oddity. While both her parents, as well as her brother, are fair, she is dark. Her hair is a deep, rich brown shot through with red in the sunlight. It tumbles easily in waves down to her mid-back. Her eyes, set in a calm, soft face, are a lovely dark forest green. Slender and tall, Anya has been compared to everything from a beanpole to a sapling. Her figure is an hourglass, though she rarely shows it. At times she seems to be all limbs, as though she has yet to grow into her frame, and then at other times, she is as graceful as a cat.

[Description]
Anya is a quiet person, usually. She prefers to listen rather than speak, and lets her brother speak for the both of them when they are together. However, when she does speak, she is opinionated and engaging. She has a very sarcastic side, although she usually waits until she knows someone well before she shows it to them. Anya is also indecisive, confused, spirited, and smart. Essentially, she is just like most other girls of her age.

[History]
Anya had a normal childhood, and there is really nothing to say about it.

[Single]
Yes.

[Other]
None.


(I won't bother to post her brother, since he's not finished anyway. =D )

((Okidokes. You start? *No muse* ))

((*sighs* I don't really have any idea either. And sorry for vanishing all of a sudden like that. I needed to eat something. By the way, what is our setting here? School? A stable? Some random forest? What? If I know, that will help. =P ))

((No idea... The streets?

I never have ideas... Sorry. ))

((Okay, then. I guess, for a first post it doesn't really matter, since they're probably not in the same place anyway.))

Green eyes still glassy with sleep, Anya stumbled down the stairs. Her hair was damp from her shower, hanging down her back in a thick braid and sending a chill down her spine. She managed to sit herself down at the kitchen table without incident, a rare occurrence for her, and she watched as her mother set a pear and a bowl of cereal in front of her. For a moment, Anya didn't register it; her mind never worked well early in the morning. Slowly, her movements sluggish, she ate and then left the table, passing her brother as he entered the kitchen. Grabbing her bookbag from where it sat near the door, she slung it over her shoulder so that it bounced comfortably against her right hip. A moment later and she was on the doorstep, on her way out and listening as her brother dashed after her.

((Gah. It's so difficult to get started, and I really do suck. *sigh*))

Tyson stalked quietly down the path, hands deep in his pockets, and shoulders high enough that he would look instantly unfriendly to anybody he happened to come across. He didn't want to socialise with them. He was quite content the way things were - just himself, and Lizzie. And even they weren't always together.
Right now, though - Lizzie walked in front of him. She was talking, but he didn't care much, so he wasn't listening. Lizzie knew this by now, but she talked anyway, because she had a lot to say and she felt just a little lonely. What did it matter if her brother wasn't paying attention?
Ty yawned his boredom and trudged on after his sister - walking just far enough behind her that he was not 'with' her, but rather walking to the same destination as her. He preferred to think about it like that... Ty's mind soon became lost in thought, and he was walking along in a daze. As such, he did not notice when he suddenly found himself approaching another person, and proceeded to walk right into her, stumbling back and blinking in vague surprise.

Anya stumbled backwards, eyes wide with surprise. She hadn't been paying attention to what was in front of her, instead staring at the ground sleepily at she walked. Apparently, she had walked into someone. "Sorry," she gasped immediately, though she didn't believe it was entirely her fault. She backed up several more steps, and then moved aside. She kept her gaze focused on the ground, not looking at the person she had bumped into. Alek came up to stand beside her; she felt him at her shoulder, a familiar sensation. Anya looked at him from the corner of her eye, and then glanced at the guy she had walked into, too quickly to really see him.

((Alek is her brother, by the way. Not sure I mentioned his name. =D ))

Tyson merely nodded a silent apology, then walked past the pair and continued after Lizzie, who by now had stopped and turned back curiously to see what was going on. She frowned, and walked briskly back toward the girl and her brother - taking care to bump her shoulder hard into Ty's as she walked past. Unfortunately, he had been expecting it, and she winced and rubbed her shoulder once past him, feeling the sort of tenderness one gets after misjudging the width of a doorway.
"Sorry, on my brother's behalf." Lizzie said with an apologetic smile, gesturing toward Tyson, who had no interest in the situation, and was walking along perfectly content on his own. He had apologised. If nobody else saw his nod as an apology, that wasn't his problem. He had done his bit, and quite frankly he didn't care about the rest...
"Anyway, I hope you're okay." Lizzie added humbly, glancing from the girl to her brother and back again.

Anya nodded at the girl, flashing her a quick, polite smile. "It's fine, I'm all right," she assured her quietly. Alek, beside her, was staring after the girl's brother. Anya could tell that he did not believe this was entirely adequate as an apology. She, however, knew better than to get worked up about something so unimportant. She brushed a wisp of brown hair out of her eyes, then moved past the girl, continuing on her original course. Behind her, Alek did not move. Instead, he gave the other girl an amused smile. Anya stopped and turned back to look at him, faint annoyance apparent in her posture. She disliked it when her twin was so friendly to strangers; it made no sense to her.